CS Skeleton [-]
Name: Leyton Dormund (Proudsword)
Appearance: A well built young man in his mind twenties showing tons of vigor. His figure would show the years of hardship he has had to endure. His arms are well defined and as are his legs. There are some scars around his body from fights and various other activities. His hair is black, kept semi-short and pulled back most of the time. His eyes are black as well.
Age:25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Side: Light
Weapons(s): A curved Eastern sword, akin to a katana. Not particularly ornate. The wraps on the handle is purple and there is a jewel in the pommel. He will guard this sword with his life.
Abilities/Powers:
-Unyielding Willpower: Though not anything magical, Leyton has learn through his years of hardship to not yield to fate. Even in the most dire situation, Leyton will find a way to survive and prevail.
-Child of the Sun: He draws his powers from the sun, namely sunlight. On the sunniest of days, he would appear to be giving off an aura. Under the sun, his already high speed and agility gets enhanced and his strength as well. His power follows the sun. It increase as the sun rises and reaches its maximum at midday then begins to decline. During a cloudy day, he receives very little enhancement. When it is raining or worse, he receives no boost at all, in fact, he may be weaker during those times.
-Unnatural speed
-Unnatural agility
Talent(s):
-Masterful swordsman
-Above Average strength
-High intellect
-Natural leader
Personality: Quite jolly, Leyton has learned to enjoy even the smallest things in life. He does not let the small things bother him, electing to ignore them rather than spend time one them.
Biography:
From what he can remember, he was always on the move, as if he is running from someone coming to take his life. Around the age of five, when he first started remembering things, he lived with his mother only. She was a pretty lady by conventional standards, nothing special. The lived in the Eastern part of the world, as he remembered seeing on the map. His mother would tell him stories of the capital, about how she was once a queen... She never went into detail about how she was exiled. However, she did mention that she was sent into exile when he was three because of some sort of political power struggle. All of this is a little fuzzy to him though...
He heard all of this from people that seemed like strangers that kept appearing and disappearing in his life. He first heard he was to be the crown prince, that he is a child of a king from his mother. He laughed it off. How could someone as shabby as him be of royal birth? He was a street rat, for all he knows. He is a nobody. Then he heard he was a brother of some important royal person from a fortune teller. He laughed it off. How could someone like him have royal blood? Then he heard his own brother would be king one day from his an exiled government official. He laughed it off. He has never really met his father, let alone his kingly brother.
He traveled extensively throughout the world, going where he please as long as he had money to pay for the fare to get there. He picked up several things along the way, swordsmanship namely. Using that skill, he became a sword-for-hire. However, his sense of justice, righteousness and morals in general means that he is not the richest mercenary out there. However, he was still free to go where he pleased, for he has no real family after his mother's passing when he was around fifteen.
Now he has made his way into the capital city, searching for his next job and a roof over his head...
And maybe, just maybe, all those stories he has heard would come true. That he get to live in the royal palace, eat all the royal food and most importantly, have the time of his life with all the royal ladies....